There is a Kojack  
holding a Kodak  
down Ferry Lane.
Smile for the camera!

The driver tries with their all,  
to brake but their bravado falls.
The camera flash initiates
detaining a parade of number plates,
in a spectacle of haste,  
each capturing a moment
of transient taste.

Their reward -
a pricey speeding fine
as they cross the finish line.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I've got the pedal to the metal on a highway to hell.
Gotta keep my eyes on the road. Only time will tell.
I struggle and suffer through each passing day.
Gotta change my route, Gotta change my ways.
I see the exits that are off to my right, as each lonely day
shrivels into night.
The hands of the clock aggressively tick. No time to decide, I've gotta be quick.
The exit sign reads "green pastures, still waters ahead". Gotta decide, or else I'll be dead. The sun rises in the east and sets in west, foolishly speeding forward at least I'm trying my best. Ignoring the signs warning "danger ahead!". I've gotta turn off, or else Ill be dead.
So focused, so determined, to barrel ahead.
Why can't I stop? Why don't I hit the brake? Its right there!
Turn off for Gods sake!
"Still waters, green pastures ahead". I rush along as if nothings been said.
"Excuse me, Lord? What did you say?" As I struggle and suffer through each passing day.
"I've told you once and I've told you twice. Is there really a need for you to be told thrice?"
I say "No Lord, the sign is there, I see. No need for a thrice, the problem is me.
The sun rises from the east and sets in the West, you know Lord, at least I'm trying my best."
"Still waters, green pastures ahead". With deaf ears I've heard it all said. Barreling forward. Soon Ill be dead.
"Still waters, green pastures ahead."

Put it aside
Typed my ride
Name on the top
Speed gonna drop
Put it in the back, in the back
In the back, in the back
The ticket fake
Gonna save
Put it aside
The ticket fake
Gonna save
It's all mine
Put it in the back, in the back
In the back, in the back
Lights behind, fear inside
Lesson learned, slow my ride
Don't burn it
Don't rip it
Save it
The ticket fake
Gonna save
Put it aside
The ticket fake
Gonna save
It's all mine
Schoology, Powerschool
Grades, money
Ticket, gotta save
Ya, but it's fake
Mine to keep
I gonna weep
In the back, in the back
In the back, in the back
Hiding away
All day
All night
In the back, in the back
In the back, in the back
Schoology, Powerschool
Grades, money
Ticket, gotta save
Schoology, Powerschool
Grades, money
Ticket, gotta save
Ya, but it's fake
Ayye

windows down
twenty over
rain pouring in
back seats are covered
world is ours
time to takeover
no more fear
happiness rediscovered

Rain, so fine just like dust
looking at sky, purple,
over-the-top roller coasters
Peaking at 92 mph
dodging the yellow
More than numbers, I passed
Cardboard windshield for glass
Clarity, it comes and goes
I need to slow down
Even when I'm
Not going
Fast enough.

Anxiety for me feels much more fast-paced than others, or so it seems.
My mind takes full control as if I were a passenger in a car.
Looking side to side at all the other cars,
They all look the same yet different.
Then we get on the highway and everything changes.
It makes me want to be in a car wreck,
So my eyes can finally see the yield sign,
And my brain can stop going over the speed limit.